PS: It's late, 5000 words are presented.

The moonlight shone brightly, and the song spilled from the throat of the female elf, spreading throughout the battlefield.

Her voice was not loud, but everyone could hear her singing clearly.

The song is hard to describe in words, even for a human like Aaron, who knows the language of the elves, it is difficult to understand what she is singing, the song is a patchwork of fragmentary elven nouns that are barely intelligible when separated, but when it is sung, Aaron hears only a word of unknown meaning.

However, music is the common language of all mortals, and as the song spreads across the battlefield, everyone feels a wave of mood swings, an extremely complex feeling mixed with sadness, longing, wildness, restlessness, memory, and jealousy.

In the end, these feelings all melt into a primitive impulse.

Being in hell and looking up to heaven, the most precious thing in the world is what you once had, but now you have lost.

She's singing, she's longing, she's mourning, she's angry.

Hearing these songs, Aaron's face was complicated.

It turns out that you also have regrets? Do you crave it too?

He thought of his relatives in his previous life, remembered his hard work for more than ten years, remembered the things he had been happy, sad, sweet, and regretful, and remembered his unfinished achievements, his agreements with friends, and his colleagues and superiors who were not in harmony with each other and tested each other in hypocrisy all day long.

Is this the Sword Singer?

The Sword Singer is a legendary advanced class that is proficient in an arcane lineage that combines swordsmanship with dance.

This lineage was originally pioneered by elves and later adopted by non-elven practitioners who adhered to elven traditions and expanded them at the same time.

In combat, the Swordsman wields an array of graceful martial arts to deflect attacks and channel magic into deadly blows and treacherous defenses. Many people who have witnessed the sword singer in battle will remember this magnificent dance accompanied by the singing sword as one of the most wonderful experiences of their lives.

However, only Aaron, who has the power of Slaanesh, can understand the complex emotions contained in the song of the female elf.

With a long lifespan and a high cultural heritage, the elves with variable emotions are still too difficult to understand for a short-lived human being.

The caravan guards present, including Samir, who was unleashing the dagger cloud in the distance, just stood in place, unable to understand the meaning of the sword chant's song, only a primitive, mixture of fear and admiration.

Because they will never forget what they saw.

Chaos and blood followed, the sword singer walked in otherworldly steps, spells and swords played in music, intertwined with stunning beauty and daunting death, as the sword singer's figure crossed the sky in the blink of an eye, the sword blade whistled and wailed, the wind hummed and cried, and the sword song of the sword singer began.

A sword and a sword, like a whirlwind of death, slay the trolls in the night.

The song rang out, and the blade spun into the back of the troll's head.

The light and shadow dazzled, and the long knife sliced the troll's throat with precision.

Streams of blood spurted out. With the addition of the female elves, the squad of caravan guards immediately had an absolute advantage.

As Aaron's Tzeentch Blue Flame struck the last troll, the warriors led by the caravan leader used battle axes, spears, and swords to cut off the troll's head, and made up twenty or thirty attacks indiscriminately, and after making sure that the troll had no chance to resurrect, the battle finally ended.

The Sword Singer put away her weapon, and she silently stared at the dead people, chanting the ancient language in her mouth, and as the battle ended, the light of the sword song gradually faded from her body.

Only then did everyone notice that under the reflection of the light, there were many animal tattoos on her skin, but as the light of Jian Ge dissipated, the tattoos on her body also dissipated, hiding under the delicate and smooth skin and dissipating without a trace.

The delicate skin of the female elf is not an extreme white, but a bright white with a slight golden tinge, which is very eye-catching even in the dark, but she is more like a star in the night, designed to set off the dazzling light of the sun.

The Sword Singer Elf was silent for a while, she suddenly felt a gaze behind her, her eyes showed a piercing rage, and when she turned around, it was the good-looking human from before.

Aaron looked at the female elf with a complicated expression, and at the moment when the light of the sword song disappeared, he could feel that there was a very weak power in the female elf that resonated with the power in his own body, the two powers were very similar, but there were subtle differences.

The power that resonates in his body comes from the divine power exerted by the Silver Holy Mother Suren to reshape his body, but he doesn't know what the power in the female elf is.

Aaron also vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The timing of the appearance of the female elf is a bit too coincidental.

She is very strong, very strong, definitely has master-level strength, and it is also a rare sword singer profession, if she is there, it may be difficult for the day elves to defeat a large group of trolls, but it should not be a big problem to retreat with her whole body, but the day elves have obviously been fighting for a long time, but she did not appear, and when Aaron and the others came and the battle entered the upper hand, she appeared just right.

Aaron recalls the Sun Elf Captain's words, "Be careful, Al-Tay-Kviser", and gives the female elf a puzzled look.

"It's not graceful to look at a lady like that." The Sword Singer Elf turned his head sideways, and under his long fiery red hair, a pair of pure emerald children looked straight at Aaron: "Sir, I will forgive you for your offense first, because now we have more important things to do.

"I'm glad you were able to lend a hand, Lady Elf." Aaron cleared his throat slightly, and said tentatively, "Without your help, we couldn't win this victory so easily, we're late, I'm sorry." ”

"You don't need my help to win this victory, and I need your help so much." The sword singer shook his head sadly: "It's me who is late, and you are the unexpected reinforcements." ”

"On behalf of Al Tay Kviser and all my compatriots who died in battle, I thank you." The female elf bowed to Aaron, her beauty was hot and moving, and her temperament was as quiet as a valley: "Call your companions, you have lost some manpower, I will see if I can give you proper compensation." Aaron nodded.

The Dragon Thorn Family caravan guards who participated in the battle were killed and six were injured, two of them were seriously injured, which was basically equivalent to declaring their retirement, and the other four were slightly injured, and they could return to their posts after a month or two of rest.

One of the most troublesome is the seriously injured, the deceased is easy to solve, pay a large amount of pension to compensate the family, the lightly injured are also easy to solve, the dragon thorn family will pay for the medical expenses, they can return to their posts after recuperation.

The seriously injured have always been embarrassed, they can neither get a large pension, nor can they return to their posts, and they will directly become invalids in the second half of their lives, and it is impossible for ordinary people to pay for high-level magic skills, 2000 gold coins are guaranteed, and the market price of about 3000 is difficult for even Aaron to take out this large sum of money in one go.

Aaron gathered everyone, and the caravan guards all looked in admiration and awe at the sudden appearance of the female elf beauty.

Without it, she danced with the trolls in the previous battle, dodging every attack perfectly, and the heroism of walking through the blood was too impressive.

People always admire the strong.

However, everyone soon felt a little jealous.

Because the elf almost exclusively talks to Aaron, even when arranging things, her eyes are firmly locked on Aaron's body, and she doesn't even look at others.

"That's why I don't like elves, hehehe~" The sorcerer Samir shrugged helplessly and said to the caravan leader: "Elves are like that, they only like pretty, beautiful, and elegant things. ”

"I'm going to be scolded when I go back." The caravan leader said with a wry smile.

"I've been to the Supreme Forest, where the Wood Elves are so arrogant that they don't welcome guests...... Unless your appearance is pleasing to their eyes, we harpers formed a small team at the time, and only me and another halfling were allowed into the elven gathering, and the rest were kept outside. Samir watched Aaron babble as he spoke to the elves in proficient elven language.

"The two brothers are seriously injured, and their lower bodies are considered to be useless, hey, I usually advise them to save more and spend less in the tavern." The caravan leader nodded.

"So the elves are a group of appearance associations, they almost only look at faces, if you are really attractive, many offenses can be forgiven, if you are too ugly, then the elves are always ready to make you blood on the spot at the slightest offense or the slightest disruption to tradition, even if you have a point."

"You're right, but according to the practice of this industry, if you encounter monster bandits on the way to escort the caravan, the loot obtained from the battle belongs to the caravan guard." The caravan leader continued: "I can't lose in vain. ”

"Magic is always in the world of elves......"

The conversation between the two men continued until Aaron and the elf had finished their negotiations.

"How's it going, man?" Samir complained, "Actually, I can speak Elvish, but she ignores me. ”

"Because she said there was something unpleasant about you." Aaron laughed, "So she doesn't want to talk to you." ”

"Obviously, she only wants to talk to you, you charismatic handsome man." Samir's eyes flashed, and he was reluctant to continue on the subject: "Well, what's the catch?" "Call all your people." Aaron said to the leader of the caravan, "She wants to hire us for the last journey, and as a thank you and reward, most of the goods can be used as a thank you and commission for this support." ”

After the tense battle, the caravan guards showed a rare smile.

In fact, they had secretly counted the goods of the day elves, and their value was more than 1,500 gold lion coins, and if what Aaron said was true, then they could get at least 800 gold lion coins, which for many people had exceeded the hiring cost of this trip.

The three of them hurriedly calculated the division.

Aaron gets 300 gold lion goods and Samir gets 300 gold lion goods, they are spellcasters, so naturally they get the most share.

The rest of the caravan guards divided the goods of 900 gold lion coins, of which the battle dead received a pension of 150 gold lion coins, and the two seriously wounded received 100 gold lion coins, the caravan leader took an extra share, and the rest of the guards divided it equally, and the lightly wounded were not particularly cared for.

The principle of relatively fair distribution is the most important thing for a team to maintain, which is more important than the camaraderie of fighting side by side.

In exchange for a large share of the cargo, the caravan made an agreement with the elves through Aaron to assist her in burying the Sun Elves who had died in battle, and escorted her to Susar with a vital piece of cargo for delivery.

In the darkness of the night, the song resumed, the day elves were buried, and the female elves gave them the last of their transcendent elegy.

"It is said that elven souls who do not receive a proper burial ritual will be denied access to Afando." Aaron stood beside the elves, and he was the only one in the entire caravan who was allowed to get closer.

"You know our customs well, Your Excellency." The female elf shook her head sadly: "It is the wish of all elves for their souls to return to Avatar. ”

"I'm a Cormier after all." Aaron could feel that as she moved, the soul of the Death Day Elf stopped restlessness and gradually dissipated: "Can you tell me, ma'am?" Why weren't you there when you were attacked? ”

The female elf raised her eyebrows, as if she was displeased with Aaron's offense, but when she saw Aaron's handsome beauty beyond mortals and her sky-blue eyes as pure as the sky, she felt that it seemed to be nothing, and after a little hesitation, she still frowned and said, "There is a traitor among us." ”

"Traitor?!"

"Well, traitor." The female elf sighed sadly: "We were deceived by traitors, she was our guide, she let us be stationed here, and then told me that there was something important to find me, and deceived me out, I went to the depths of the jungle to wait for her, and after waiting for a long time to find that she was delayed, I realized that something was wrong, and when I came back, it was already late, fortunately you guys took action, otherwise things would have been more troublesome." ”

"More trouble?" Aaron was still a little puzzled, he looked at the buried Sun Elves: "I think, ma'am, this is just my personal opinion, but I think life is more important, are these goods worth the lives of several Sun Elves?" ”

“…… You don't understand, human. The elf stroked the long fiery red hair in her ears, and she lifted a beautiful leg and stepped on a tree stump: "This is our business." ”

This was a tactful refusal, and Aaron's doubts were even greater. ....This female elf always felt a little strange about her.

But the other party is very strong, and he is not an enemy of himself, and he doesn't seem to have any hostility towards him.

After thinking about it, Aaron probed again: "By the way, there is one of your gentlemen, who looks like a leader, and he first told me that there is something in your cargo...... But he then gave up again, only telling me that if I landed on the island of Eternal Gathering, your compatriots would kill me and throw my body into the forest...... What the hell is going on? ”

"Oh? Did Olmoste tell you that? The sword singer's eyes moved, from the willow eyebrows covered by her hair to the slender and slender nose, from the smooth and round forehead to the pointed water chestnut chin, every arc of her face was full of elegance and beauty, and she finally let out a surging smile: "It seems that you are really attractive, human, can I know your name?" ”

"Aaron Sarian, Susar's rookie, Viscount Cormyer."

"Poof~ Susar's rookie?" The emerald eyes swept around Aaron's body, the cherry lips opened slightly, and a smile flowed: "It's really a special nickname, I remember your name and nickname." ”

"My name is Aponya, Aponia Sullivan." The female elf smiled: "Since Omlast is willing to tell you so much, then I'll say a little more, little rookie?" ”

Being called a rookie by a beautiful elf big sister who doesn't know her age makes Aaron feel a little weird.

But once you accept this setting, you are still unexpectedly a little comfortable?

The Swordsman led Aaron to the elven caravan's caravans, and in the middle of the many caravans, a large chest with three locks and a magic trap and a sealing circle on it was so eye-catching.

Apoña took out three keys, opened the locks one by one, and cleverly avoided the trigger of the magic trap, and opened the chest: "Come here, rookie." ”

Inside the chest were rows of black gems, which seemed to have life, and there was a strange flow of air inside.

"What is this?" Aaron was curious.

The power of Slaanesh roars in anger and roars filial piety.

Swallow it, swallow them, all! Fast!

！

Slaanesh, shut up for me! Aaron suppressed the will of Slaanesh's power, and he became even more curious.

What is it that makes the power of Slaanesh so unbearable?

"This is the Soul Gem, and inside it are the souls of our clan, who are temporarily unable to return to Avatar for some reason, so they temporarily reside their souls in the gem to avoid entering the kingdom of the King of the Dead." There was a moment of confusion in the calm eyes of the female elf: "This is the most precious thing, it cannot be bought back with money, and these things must not be lost to the enemy." ”

"Ommost's meaning is to hope that you can send these gems back to Yongju Island, but Yongju Island is a place where no non-elven race is welcome, very unwelcome, so he gave up before he died, this task is too difficult for you, rookie~" Aponia's melodious voice is intoxicating, the fiery elf under the moonlight is so beautiful, especially the slender body line and the toned long legs modified by the knee-length high-heeled boots.

"I see."

Aaron's every question was answered, every clue was answered, he thought about it carefully, the whole logic and story were fine, and he could feel that Aponia really didn't have any hostility towards him and the caravan, so the doubts in his heart dissipated.

After burying the day elves, packing up the goods, and sharing the harvest, the group returned to the place where the caravan was.

Miss Reverend had been waiting for a long time, and when she saw that Aaron had finally returned, she immediately wanted to come up and see if he was hurt.

Her ocean-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw Aponia, who was following Aaron.

Who is this beautiful female elf? Why do you go out and bring back an elf beauty?

Many questions popped into the mind of Miss Pastor.

Half-elf? Aponia's eyes twinkled, or a priest?

Will it affect your future plans?

In confusion, the elf beauty and the priest looked at each other.

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